Chapter 36: A Secret Scheme-With a Dimensional Chat Group in Hand, the Doomed Side Character Soars to Immortality(Ephemeral clouds and fleeting winds, like the tinkling of wind chimes in passing moments.)

Wei Lingkai escorted the eight disciples all the way to the Lecture Hall and then went alone to the Disciples’ Hall to meet Elder Zheng.

The matter spread through the outer sect like a gust of wind, largely because Wei Lingkai’s inner sect robe was far too conspicuous. When he departed, he soared away on his sword, and some gossipmongers, upon a little inquiry, quickly learned that he was the youngest uncle of the eight newly admitted Wei family disciples.

A disciple cultivating in the same courtyard as Chen Feng sneered, “See? He’s hit a hard wall now.”

“What’s the deal? All that training for nothing? If I ever see you, I’ll pin you to the ground and rub your face in it. If I don’t beat you so you’re blooming with flowers, you’ll never know why the flowers are so red!” Chu Madman rolled up his sleeves and glanced around.

Qin Sheng heard these words and selectively kept them in her heart. Shen Chuyan rarely spoke about his parents in front of her. That time in the milk tea shop, she asked if he was close to his mother. He replied, “We don’t need affection between us,” his voice calm, but it left her aching for a long time.

Watching from the sidelines, Zhao Yun could immediately discern the combat levels of Luo Yiyi and Cheng Ruofeng, and could only smile wryly.

Thinking of this, Wang Wei shook his head. Truly, his own thoughts were too absurd.

Beyond the mountain lay the plateau. Lu Yuan took some photos atop the peak and continued his journey.

One night, Zhu Liannan happened to catch Zhu Yue sneaking out of the Zhu family home. A quick-witted impulse led her to grab the car keys and quietly follow.

The next morning, Liu Mo’ang and Chu Qian set out together, dragging Xin Li to Sun City. The trunk of the X7 was packed with specialties from the plateau—cordyceps, saffron, fritillaria, not to mention the fuzzy snow lotus that Wang Erhu and Liu Cheng had previously sent; Liu Mo’ang also brought two boxes for Xin Li.

They were suitable for lawsuits, capturing thieves, confusing the masses, laying ambushes, and games of chance; for other matters, they should not be used.

As expected, Qi Yuxin passed Sun Wei’s investigation, and so the Nianqing Tanggula Mineral Water Factory gained a highly capable sales director.

The slogan put forth by the Communists was, “All cadres who can be sent to the countryside must go to the rural areas.”

Because Lin Feng’s power was too immense, only higher planes could contain him; any world below that level would reject him.

When introducing the youth in blue robes with golden trim, the young man raised his hand to stop Murong Xue from speaking.

Aru was stunned. He watched as Lin Feng blocked his proud Three-Nail Fist with a single finger. What made him feel truly powerless was that Lin Feng’s finger was like a mountain, impossible to overcome.

“I want to remove the seal from this weapon.” After speaking, Spade took out the equipment they had found in the swamp’s treasure chest—a runic rapier sealed in sludge.

The trunk of the tree turned dark and glossy, its bark smooth as glass, and its leaves tender green—at first glance, they seemed exceptionally tough.

Meanwhile, outside the vast basin, over a hundred figures from the four clans appeared. They gazed at the immense basin and the lingering aura of destruction, their hearts shaken to the core.

The Battle of Rivoli was a remarkably swift and decisive engagement, and also a classic mountain annihilation. In this encounter, the Lombards not only seized numerous banners, arrows, weapons, armor, and vast supplies, but also captured roughly six thousand troops from the Swabian corps.

Zhou Dapeng and Le Yiqing were already among China’s, indeed the entire Chinese theater’s, very top aces. They could take on three or even four opponents at once, yet even they could not single-handedly turn the tide of the battlefield.

“Why?” Lin Feng shouted, staring at the pillar. It was obvious—the pillar was behind this, clearly possessing some special effect.

Suddenly, sword light flashed, and a terrifying dragon-shaped sword aura slashed violently toward Xuanyuan Jun.